Krishkapoor Stories

Krish Kapoor and Vaani Batra stayed with me long after the screen faded, their story felt like it ended too soon. Kaahani is me picking up where the film left gaps, exploring everything we didn't get to see, hear, or feel. This fanfic dives deeper into Krish as a singer and Vaani as his lyricist, into their connection beyond the music, beyond what was shown. If you haven't read my previous fanfic, (Ahneet - abhi bhi kuch pal baaki hai) you absolutely can-this story stands on its own. Please love and support this story like you did for Ahneet's <3

So apparently the 2 hour 30min movie, uncountable edits and posts were not enough. So here I am, writing a fanfic about my favorite duo ever, Ahaan and Aneet. This is a complete story (no oneshots) and I am really excited to bring this to all of you. This is purely a fiction adapted by the ongoing craze of our babies. (First time writer here, please be kind guys. Love you)

This is a collection of oneshots I would write on Saiyaara because apparently, 2 hours 30 minutes of movie, 7 songs, and endless edits on them are not enough.

a look into krish and vaani's forever and ever and ever through the eyes of the people around them.

Krish is brash, hot-headed, arrogant, impulsive and careless. A polar opposite of the sweet, soft-spoken and kind natured girl he has been hanging out with. Their personalities contrast so much that Kv sometimes wonders if Krish is forcing the poor girl to stick by his side like a cute little key chain. A decorative charm hanging onto a leash. He couldn't be more wrong. . . . . . . Smutty one-shots for our favorite couple. Who knew Vaani was such a Freak? (Krish isn't complaining though- )

She was a girl with deadlines. He was superstar with headlines. She was supposed to stay invisible. He was born to be seen. They couldn't be more different. Destiny nevers asks for permission before it entangles two lifes. When their lives collide, an "arrangement" is struck. Not love. Not friendship. Something else entirely. Something profitable. Something neither of them can walk away from without losing more than they bargained for. The deal was simple: play along. But nothing is ever simple when egos, secrets, and emotions are at stake. Unwanted? Absolutely. Necessary? More than ever. And somewhere in between... the lines begin to blur. - Ahaan Panday fanfiction (book 1) - Read the sequel Unscripted (book 2) on my profile - Humble request to readers to vote on every chapters you read. Started on 21/08/25 Ended on 01/11/25 ©akimazination | 2025

INSIDE MNC TECH OFFICE - 23RD FLOOR - NIGHT A sleek, modern workspace. Rows of cubicles glow under warm white lights. Rain taps relentlessly on the glass windows lining the far wall, blurring the Mumbai skyline beyond. It's past 9 PM. The usual office buzz is long gone ,chairs are empty, monitors dark. But one cubicle, lit up like an island, holds VAANI BATRA, hunched slightly forward, lost in her application. Her fingers race across the keyboard, silver metallic bangles softly clinking as they move - a sound that fills the quiet air like a lullaby. Her brows furrow. An error again. Her mouse hand clenches slightly, her phone wedged between shoulder and ear as she speaks to her roommate. "I'll try to leave as soon as possible. Yeah, I know the weather's bad and I should've been home by now, but you know how our onsite lead is , everything's urgent for him. Sometimes I feel like when he can't meet his own deadlines, he puts all the pressure on us instead."

"When Saiyaara Meets Shershaah" In the echoes of war and the whispers of poetry, a love once lost finds its way through time. Ritara, a gifted girl drawn to melodies of the past, stumbles upon a forgotten story - that of Krish Kapoor, a soulful musician haunted by memories, and Vaani Batra, a quiet poetess who carries the blood line of hero. Unknown to many, Captain Vikram Batra - the lionhearted Shershaah - and a bearer of an untold love story. What Ritara doesn't say is that she's more than just an admirer... she's a link between love, legacy, and destiny. As music, memories, and fate collide, can the unfinished symphony of Vaani and Krish find its crescendo? What if love could travel through frequencies? In a world where grief echoes louder than words, Vaani stumbles upon an army officer old HAM radio... and hears a voice she thought she'd lost forever - Captain Vikram Batra. As Vaani communicates with the past, her present intertwines with Krish, a musician battling his own ghosts. Two timelines. Three love stories. One haunting connection. A story of love, war, time, and the echoes of a promise left unfulfilled. ✨ "Teri Meri Gallaan" - a soul-stirring sci-fi romance fanfiction where the past isn't just remembered... it replies. its a fanfiction of shershaah and saiyaara

2hr 26mins of KrishVaani were clearly not enough for me and I wanted more of them So I am doing this for myself.. please suggest me some plots

Short stories or one-shots based on Krish-Vaani from the movie Saiyaara, covering their life before and after marriage.

VAANI BATRA is suffering financially, so when her professor finds her a tutoring job, who's she to say no. Only, problem is that the child she's tutoring is the nephew of KRISH KAPOOR who's reputation transcends him. Their first encounter results in a mutual hatred, which leads to series of banter and well constructed pranks. Will their relationship be limited to hate or will it blossom into something more?

Ahaan Pandey is a charming trouble dressed in perfect white shirts. Being the son of Chikki Pandey a business tycoon & Deanne a fitness expert for all the big stars of bollywood brings him to the world of films and intoxicating privilege. Ahaan slips out of a dull corporate meeting in Delhi, he doesn't expect his life to change in a dusty old bookstore. But a fleeting glimpse of a girl leaves him curious by a single unanswered question: Who is she? Back in Mumbai, he is still haunted by the face he didn't get to see. Mira, 25 years old is a writer, singer, and uncompromising dreamer wants nothing to do with celebrity culture. She's in Mumbai to chase her creative aspirations. The two are from worlds that don't just differ, they collide. When fate brings them together again, it's as rivals in a situation neither of them can walk away from. What begins as verbal sparring and stubborn pride slowly unravels into stolen glances, late-night conversations, and a love neither dared to imagine. But in a world where fame is currency and privacy is a myth, can an ordinary girl and a man in the spotlight hold onto something real? A slow-burn, rivals-to-lovers story set against the Pandey Mansion, film acting, music, poetry, and the chaos of modern-day Mumbai where every encounter might just be a destined moment.

krish and vaani aus.

""𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖." 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒉𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑮𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊? 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕-𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗

"I still have a few minutes left~"

Just a few cute imaginations of Ahaan and Aneet or Krish and Vaani

They were acting... right? Right?? Ever wondered what really went down when the cameras stopped rolling? This playful collection of one-shots imagining the moments we never got to see-on set, off set, in stolen glances across crowded rooms, late-night texts, shared secrets, and everything that might have bloomed quietly behind the scenes. It's soft (& fluffy), it's a little messy (very), it's wildly speculative (maybe). But sometimes, the best scenes are the ones no one was supposed to see. Completely fictional, totally delusional, and 100% fueled by my need for behind-the-scenes romance.

Krish Kapoor and Vaani Batra stories because their story is too beautiful to be let go of. 1. Humsafar - In which Vaani Batra discovers healing and maybe even love.

After years and years finally a Bollywood movie has drawn me in, stayed with me and thus I'm compelled to write for the first time. I really don't know how wattpad works and I haven't read many stories so please be kind , although I would appreciate feedback . Also im not really on socials so if you like this ff it would be nice if you could post abt it to let other ppl know.

You are my Saiyaara- a planet that drifts beyond my reach, yet my heart orbits only you. The moon hides in your glow, and still I chase your light, even if it burns from galaxies away. For in every sky I look upon, there is only one universe, and it is you. A snapshot into Vaani's love for Krish. She always wanted the world for him so she left her world and him. The story fills in the gap from the movie after Vaani leaves Krish. With fading memories and a lingering pull to that one voice, Vaani navigates the separation alone. But even as she drifts further and further away from herself, her heart orbits only him. Her Krish. Her Saiyaara.